Mario Winans - Gotta Be Insanity lyrics

Uhh, gotta get it...uhhh....hmmm....get it, get it --baby-- [Verse 1] Stab through the neighborhood, these spinnin' We's winnin', scrap with the John Lennon Headrests, TV's in 'em Best in the nation, on this Playstation The Don Dada, gotta get you hotter Been a buck naked n***a smokin' water On a Friday, the get high day Blowin' at a hot date, findin' Shade Black and bicantay, with a** everwhere, how you do that there? A sight to behold, break the mold Just tryin' to get some before the world explode I see you tryin' to get caught Well shake what your mama gave ya, plus what you bought We f** and we fought, we laugh and we cry Told the truth and we lie [Chorus] You be good to me, I'll be good to you Anything you want, anything you do I got my eyes on you, and I'm into you Give it all I got, and to keep it hot Now what a freak like you, doin' with a fool like me? Explain it to your family It's got to be insanity --because I like what you're doing to me-- [Verse 2] You know you ain't right standin' at the light Think it's chocolate with that sh** too tight And if I f** around and get you in the car with me Motherf**ers would think I had a star with me Now see the haterism increase They hate when you got a dime piece And I got one shotgun, and I might catch a hot one When I'm lookin' for love and n***as got none, uhh If you let me handcuff your wrist Bonnie and Clyde ain't got sh** on this Cuz Bonnie and Clyde had to take a risk But most of my money see it's all legit --baby-- It's all about your state of mind Now what would you do if I handed you a TEC-9? Are you feelin' me? Would you stay down like Hillary? Even if you thought about k**in' me? [Chorus] [Verse 3] Are you the type of girl that would call them folks Have your man leave the house in chains and ropes Don't need the kind of girl that'll have me in court On lawsuits lyin' about domestic abuse Have a b**h like Judge Judy cussin' me out Garnish my checks, repossess my Lex Cuz I come from a place in southern Californi' Where hoes rake n***as for tons of alimony But f** the world don't aks me for sh** Unless you my boo, and I'm f**in' you The rest of these broads ain't knowin' That I'ma have you bumpin' Lauryn, in somethin' foreign Come through blow the horn Stick your wrists out the window And wave to your kinfolks Let 'em know who you with And to your crazy-a** daddy, let him know who to get [Chorus]